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"
What
did
he
say
?
"
"
He
smiled
a
little
.
I
suppose
he
thought
me
very
silly
.
He
said
he
had
other
fish
to
fry
.
"
I
could
have
wished
that
Strickland
had
used
some
other
phrase
to
indicate
his
refusal
.
"
He
gave
me
the
picture
of
Blanche
.
"
I
wondered
why
Strickland
had
done
that
.
But
I
made
no
remark
,
and
for
some
time
we
kept
silence
.
"
What
have
you
done
with
all
your
things
?
"
I
said
at
last
.
"
I
got
a
Jew
in
,
and
he
gave
me
a
round
sum
for
the
lot
.
I
’
m
taking
my
pictures
home
with
me
.
Beside
them
I
own
nothing
in
the
world
now
but
a
box
of
clothes
and
a
few
books
.
"
"
I
’
m
glad
you
’
re
going
home
,
"
I
said
.
I
felt
that
his
chance
was
to
put
all
the
past
behind
him
.
I
hoped
that
the
grief
which
now
seemed
intolerable
would
be
softened
by
the
lapse
of
time
,
and
a
merciful
forgetfulness
would
help
him
to
take
up
once
more
the
burden
of
life
He
was
young
still
,
and
in
a
few
years
he
would
look
back
on
all
his
misery
with
a
sadness
in
which
there
would
be
something
not
unpleasurable
.
Sooner
or
later
he
would
marry
some
honest
soul
in
Holland
,
and
I
felt
sure
he
would
be
happy
.
I
smiled
at
the
thought
of
the
vast
number
of
bad
pictures
he
would
paint
before
he
died
.
